This internal dialogue,
my permanent guest.
Rehearsing the things I said wrong
until it sounds best.
This will continue all night long
as the moon travels west.
Repeating this endless song,
my brain is its nest.

My eyelids start to hang….
I just want to sleep!
It drives me insane,
the words that I keep.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

The Shrine of My Being
My spirit rests
between the two minds,
operating through flesh,
the house of its shrine.
Eternally blessed
to surpass its confines
after passing the test
of the fears that shall bind
by cleansing my crest
and releasing my crimes.

The shrine keeper,
the first mind, is he.
The experience seeker,
he finds what shall be.
The second mind is deeper,
deep as the sea,
the silent sleeper,
priest of reality.

The spirit is the door
that lies in between,
opening toward the core
then back from the unseen.

The first mind takes the world,
the way that it seems
and passes the word
to the priest with the means.

The second mind lights the fire
that powers the shrine,
emotion that powers the wires
beyond the flesh that binds,
through the door that transpires
between the two minds
toward all that the spirit admires,
influencing what it finds.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

The Demon
Negative feelings
stand poised to eject.
My spirit is sealing
what my heart rejects
in a place that’s concealing
what my world reflects,
creating a being
of the trash it protects.

A new spirit body
is beginning to form,
forming somebody
from the pains that were torn
and so the bloody
demon is born.
It feeds on the dark energies
that led to its birth,
the internal enemy
devoid of its worth
drinking obscenities
and eating the dirt.

Its original purpose,
to protect the spirit,
has become a furnace
by which it will seer it.

By repeated exposure,
the demon will grow,
until it knows your
weakened ego.

Centered in the first mind,
the fear is its tool,
creating an opportune time
to merge with the fool.

Rooted in the obsessions
that lead to its food,
it brings on possession,
controlling the mood.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

They are not evil, just unnecessary.
They are evil no more, for you have taken away their power.
Because they are no longer useful they have retreated to their place.

*

Joy was my indwelling.
Anger had a strange God
and it was I
who made him submit.

(he bowed out gracefully)

*

Do not be afraid, They are not evil.
You have disarmed their power
by standing firm, you have taken it away.
They have retreated to their place.

They cannot bare to be Under
(any power),
so they return to the back of the line.

One is behind the other, hiding
waiting for the sun
not to be so blinding.

An accesable disguise
with shielded eyes
is their only way to escape.

*

Is your temple built strong?

Is your house on a hill
with the lamp post on?

Have you prepared
an extra meal?

Carve into the valley an easy route
for the tempter chases up children.

*

Relief comes not for their ills.
They will not take hold of the coal
which scorches the soul.
They would rather be sick and grim.

There is a grave yard
for the destitute children
and they will take their swim.

*

Understand the essence of the Spirit
and not the Letter of the Law.
It is better to be illiterate and know the Lord,
but if you can read - why not study,
and if you can write - why not
transform your body into a river?

*

Yes the Lord has a harsh chord.
But he has never thrown you in
unless you can swim.

*

Edited by SpiritWriter, 20 November 2012 - 08:43 PM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

Rambling Poetry Thread
It's time to find rest
and join Spirit Writer's thread
where you can express
the ramblings in your head
and forget who's the "best"
at whatever you just said,
for this is the nest
where your ramblings bed,
where all of the rest
of your unsoundings are read.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

Yes, we plea
that ye join we
as we clap
above our heads
come on
all you rambling poets
and put your words
upon the thread!!!

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Rambling Poetry Thread
It's time to find rest
and join Spirit Writer's thread
where you can express
the ramblings in your head
and forget who's the "best"
at whatever you just said,
for this is the nest
where your ramblings bed,
where all of the rest
of your unsoundings are read.

GJL

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung